Wanderlust

[Aivlyn]

No origin, the wolf seem to know of, for her strange colors. This messed with Aivlyn's mind a bit- information was good, right? The lack of this knowledge only pressed her to want to know even more about how coat colors, offspring.. How that worked. But she did not know, nor did she have the capacity to learn of it at the moment. Despite her being smart, genetics was not something that she understood, nor would she likely ever grasp the concept. Her eyebrows pressed together a moment, in solid contemplation, but any logical explanation for it slipped away from her grasp like a water-dwelling snake. She could try and pin it down, but what if it bites her?

But no, this was Destra's turn to ask questions now, which was what really drew out of her stupor. Now she was asking about her accent. Wait; I have.. An accent? Aivlyn thought. Now, she normally didn't state things in her mind so, but she honestly had no idea up until this point. Her entire jaw adjusted as she moved her mouth, wondering this. But, all things considered, she assumed that this wolf was correct. She was not speaking her normal tongue, nor was she with her normal people. So logically, she would have an accent.

"Hmm.. Very funny, haha-strange..." A genuine smile of amusement was there, on her face, and her chest just barely bobbed up and down a few times with silent laughter. "I'm from a place which does not translate to your language, though we call it.. Alalëa. It was a nice place, very tall and old trees, very old wolves and culture... Which is where I was born; My home pack; My breoal. In fact, this is not my first language. Though in this pack we learned the ancient one first, and then yours. T'would have been a tragedy if we had not been able to talk to other packs. But things happened, and now I am here." She paused, and brooded a moment. For the first time, a darkened expression crossed her face, and she cast her gaze downward. Though this was only a moment, one might wonder if they even saw it as she picked her head back up, steady and complacent as before.

[Destra]

Destra watched Aivlyn silently as first confusion and maybe even a hint of panic crossed her visage. It became obvious then that not knowing something was not something the wolf was used to and if anything it put her off. Destra’s russet tipped ears flicked back and forward again as the feeling of similarity flowed through her limbs. The more the two spoke the more that Destra found they were nearly one in the same save for their size and colors. Like two odd ends of a spectrum, they appeared vastly different, yet at the core they were essentially one and the same. It was an interesting thought to be troubled by a lack of knowledge, sure maybe it was good to be prepared for what was to come, but what was the fun in knowing everything all at once? Like most thoughts, this one crawled into Destra’s mind, ate at her psyche for a moment while she rolled it over her tongue, tasting the strange new feeling before she shut it down. It wasn’t important. If she thought too hard, then sure she would over think it and the point would be lost on her in the meantime.

Then amusement brightened Destra’s eyes as she watched Aivlyn’s reaction at her accent comment. She watched as the entire fae’s jaw flexed and moved as if wrangling with some unseen viper. Aivlyn reacted as though with the revelation her muzzle had become some strange object placed on her face. Her tongue writhed in her muzzle, feeling the words as they formed and morphing them with her lips. Destra noticed as she spoke, she chose her words carefully and formed them with even more care than she took to think them through. Destra huffed a quiet laugh, a smirk forming along her muzzle and her tail tip flicking with the sight of the fae before her. As Aivlyn relayed her own past, maybe just a sliver, Destra felt the same old familiar pang of loss in her chest cavity that had opened into a chasm over the year. As Aivlyn spoke, her voice had grown darker with her own loss yet she spoke with pride and spirit for her pack. It was obvious that she had cared for her pack deeply and Destra found it all the more interesting that there was some other language that existed among the wolves that had yet to prick her years.

The flicker of darkness that roamed over Aivlyn’s eyes was only a flicker, but it had existed all the same and Destra took a tentative step forward, reaching out her muzzle to brush her nose along her cheek. The faint caress was lighter than a feather and gone quicker than a breeze in the plains. Destra herself knew how it felt to lose a family, to suffer the loss of a home. ”I’m not from around here either”, she revealed and felt her tongue grown puffy and thick in her jaws, ”I managed to wander here after a fire destroyed my home and scattered my family.” She took a moment to mull that over, she really didn’t know whether any of her pack-family had survived or where they had even ended up, but it was painfully obvious that whether they were or they weren’t, Destra wasn’t going to be seeing them again.

[Aivlyn]

Aivlyn was just barely able to notice the subtle hints which Destra gave off. They gave her some further insight into the female's personality, deepening her understanding of the wolf. This pleased Aivlyn for several reasons; one, she liked this female, and felt this wolf would make quite a nice friend. Two; Aivlyn was now able to discern that this wolf was not a threat. And she was happy to note that, no, this wolf did not seem to be any of that type. Kind, perhaps a bit more outgoing then Aivlyn was used to, but she didn't seem the type that Aivlyn would find to be dangerous or threatening. It was nice, then, to see that this wolf seemed to sympathize with Aivlyn. The light wolf was not used to such a thing, odd that she would open up to this wolf and not another yet. In her pack, she had not even released a sliver of her past, not a single bit. But to this loner, she let some of it free, like a few close individuals of a large flock of birds. Now she only wondered when the rest could be set free, but not for this wolf, not just yet.

Destra seemed amused at how she did not know she had an accent, obviously the writhing of her muzzle which she had given off was pretty funny. Aivlyn grinned. She must have looked like she had a fish wriggling in her mouth. That only made her more amused, as she let a comedic comment slip about that. "Sorry. I did not know that I had a minnow wriggling in my mouth.." And by this, she meant her strange accent. Aivlyn could not help but wonder what it would be like, to meet a wolf with a language of which he had never heard of. It must be interesting.

As Destra edged closer, Aivlyn visibly tensed. However, she calmed herself, reasoning that she could probably defend herself at this point now that she knew enough. So, relaxing, she allowed this stranger to get completely in her bubble, so close that she brushed Aivlyn's cheek. This, this was completely alien and odd. Never had she been touched by another being after her somewhat forced departure from her pack, other than with the touches of her crushing prey in her jaws. Funny, that a random lone-wolf would be the first to reach out. Aivlyn could not help but, behind the awkward feelings, feel relieved. Though, from now on, she decided that she should more closely guard her emotions. She was concerned that she might come off the wrong way to other wolves now, as if she was some weakling that cried about her past. She was not. So, she shook her pelt, putting on a somewhat stoic and emotionless demeanor, her eyes idly gazing upward.

"A war separated mine into two, the mad and the good, and mine lost. I'll leave you to guess which one I was a part of. However, I was driven off, so here I am now. New beginnings though." She noted, maintaining a even tone in her voice. She wouldn't let those emotions slip out like that, it was ehh, and she felt a bit exposed now, despite her relief at another wolf seeming to be able to get down on her level. But, here there were two wolves in mourning, and one had to be the wolf that would maintain order and keep things from descending into a deep hole of pity-tar. Sticky, gross, holding-back. She didn't really fancy that. "I need to return to my pack at some point.." She said in an even mumble. Then continuing, she got a cynical humor in her eyes. It was somewhat amusing that she was forced from a pack in war, only to be almost thrown head first right back into it. She didn't like it, but she could not deny that it was not ironic. "A war is brewing, and I must be there.. To guard.. If anything happens. If this war consumes this pack too, so help me I'll go absolutely mad."

Aivlyn's wolves had a tendency to do that. So, with such grim thoughts in mind, Aivlyn turned and began to quietly walk off. She left it t Destra to decide whether she would come or not, either way, if she stayed Aivlyn would likely be back sometime to say hello.